WEILER.
Wilkens is coming too?
SOPHY (with emphasis).
Mr. Wilkens? He will not stay away when his niece's daughter announces her engagement.
WEILER.
No, indeed. He has money, has Mr. Wilkens. The richest farmer for miles around. I also was Mr. Weiler once, before my creditors closed up my coffee store. Then they jammed the "Mr." in the door and there it is still. Now people say simply "Weiler"—"Weiler might"—"As long as Weiler is here," etc. Sometimes, when I am in the humor, I get angry over it. A strange pleasure, to get angry, but it is a pleasure. Hey! There comes the bride-to-be.
[MARY appears; during the following dialogue the women set the table.]
WEILER.
My! Like a squirrel!